If need be he could lie in the same place a week and be happy." "I hope the need will not come," laughed the Onondaga.
Robert felt the truth of Willet's words, and he put restraint upon himself, resolved that he would not be the first to propose the new start.

He had finished breakfast and he lay on his elbow gazing up through the green tracery of the bushes at the sky.

It was a wonderful sky, a deep, soft, velvet blue, and it tinted the woods with glorious and kindly hues.

It seemed strange to Robert, at the moment, that a forest so beautiful should bristle with danger, but he knew it too well to allow its softness and air of innocence to deceive him.
It was almost the middle of the morning when Willet gave the word to renew the march, and they soon saw they had extreme need of caution.
Evidence that warriors had passed was all about them.

Now and then they saw the faint imprint of a moccasin.